❄ Camille ❄
I woke up to the sound of a kettle. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then I saw the logs, the stone fireplace, the snow pressed against the glass doors, and it all slid back into place. Sebastian was in the kitchen, moving quietly. He had his back to me, sleeves pushed up, hair still a mess. The morning light made him look less sharp, less like the man who could cut a room in half with a glance. I sat up on the couch and pulled the blanket closer. He turned when he heard the shift.
“You are awake,”
“Hmm,” I murmured. “What time is it?” he glanced at his phone.
“Just after nine,” I couldn’t believe that it was Sunday morning already. Time felt different out here. It moved slower, but faster. Sebastian poured hot water into two mugs. “Tea or coffee?”
“Coffee,” I re
